Rain n

1. Water falling from the clouds: water condensed from vapour in the atmosphere and falling in drops from clouds

2. Period of wet weather: any storm, shower, or other quantity of water falling from the sky

3. Rainy weather: weather marked by heavy or persistent rainfall

4. Great number or flow: a great number of small individual things coming in a steady flow or anything else flowing or falling like rain
- A rain of dust fell from the crumbling ceiling

(as) right as rain: perfectly all right

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Chapter 3
Tribute to the Rain

Rainstorms were a rare occasion in Suna.

The first few drops came down slowly at first, exploding in the dust and sand like miniature bombs. Raidyn had watched out of the cracked, dusty window as they fell down, his deep blue eyes reflecting the tiny crystal ornaments that clung to the finger-smeared glass. (fall, fall, fall, fall)

His fingers drummed on the windowsill, playing a dreary staccato tune against the polished wood, but it was drowned by the rain.

Like during the first few seconds after the end of the show, the rain grew heavier and heavier, until the once polite applause turned into an enthusiastic roar of noise that echoed loudly in one's eardrums, the hundreds and hundreds of hands clapping to exhaustion.

Raidyn closed his eyes briefly, savouring the chaotic and dreary yet serene sound, before flickering them open again, the deep blue irises glowing somehow despite the dim light.

Those glowing eyes traced down towards what was in front of his bare feet, plain shinobi sandals that was once a deep black, but time had faded the colour, turning it into a permanent dark grey, like stormy grey clouds, the same ones that streaked in that streaked the sky at that exact moment.

A voice called out for him from across the wide hallway. "Are you coming or not?" (Hurry up, sensei)

The fingers stopped, but otherwise, Raidyn didn't reply, and he slipped calmly into the faded sandals, absentmindedly noting that it was the right size, before hurrying after Kankuro.

An ANBU, his mask a snarling hyena painted with a light hazel brown, had came a few days ago (Cold. Emotionless. He never wanted that life for him) telling him that the Council had asked if he could live with one of the shinobi citizens until he would regain his memories. The gesture seemed to be out of the goodness of their hearts, but he had somehow found that very doubtful.

The rational part of him, free from the numbness in the rest of his mind, told him that it would be wise to say yes, as an amnesiac person wouldn't go far on his own, as much as needed to go to… that place. So he had agreed, and the next day, -or night, technically- a strange looking teen with purple paint on his face barged into the room, introduced himself as 'Kankuro' and told him that he would be staying with him before he left out the door.

His… escort for lack of word, mumbling under his breathe before walking impatiently out the hospital entrance. The tall teen seemed to be around the same age of that other girl with the dark green eyes, though it was hard to tell with the full black body suit and purple marking on his face, reminiscent of the kabuki, with their bizarre dresses and swaggering dances.

"Yes, the rain is pretty and all, but we got to go. Now." Kankuro said with an impatient huff.

To Raidyn's pleasant surprise, Kankuro was unlike any other visitors he had. He seemed to be reluctant to meeting him, and had a permanent scowl on his painted face, something that he found very refreshing. (His half-lidded eye crinkled slightly into a small hesitant smile, and I grinned back)

Kankuro disappeared out the hospital entrance door, hands in his pockets. In the time when the door opened, the almost painful sound of the rain slapping the ground with unnecessary force almost doubled, as the hospital walls and doors that dulled the sound was gone.

And when a cool breeze drifted onto his face from the entrance, his black locks moving slightly in disarray, Raidyn found himself needing to be outside. (Closing my eyes, I let myself think like I was back home again)

It had been almost a week since he had been stuck inside the hospital, inside that small enclosed white room. The hours he spent there had been a large blur, but when the doctors had insisted on him staying even longer, as his 'case was very unique,' he had instinctively declined. It wasn't like as if he hated the white building, but for one who had lost nearly all his memories, that room had been his entire world.

Apart from the desert itself, but he wouldn't exactly call that a world. (Hot. Excruciatingly hot and dry)

Raidyn confidently stepped outside, and took a deep breathe, ignoring the sharp coldness from the air tingling his throat. His skin came out in goose bumps, steadily numbing over the icy rush of the rain that poured over him in waves of cold, soaking through the fabric, the skin, and the muscles, and stabbing viciously into his very bones.

The pitter patter of the raindrops fell in torrents against his skin, dripping down from the tips of his long black locks, matted in dark raven locks against his face and neck, and running like small rivulets down his collar bone and his soaked clothes. The feeling was very…

Familiar; extremely familiar. The teen was staring at him with a strange look on his face, and any minute now, he was going to say something, a foreign sound that would ruin it, but maybe he could pretend not to listen, and he might go away. (Just maybe) But when he didn't say anything, the surprise that should've came didn't, and Raidyn found himself comfortably walking side by side with the grouchy teen, rainwater seeping into his toes, and matching his footsteps perfectly.

The deserted street they were walking on gave a feeling of cold detachment, and the dark grey clouds, so angry and proud, a thick cinder blanket covering the once starry night sky, smothered the moon and all of its glow. The lack of light gave the road an interesting perspective, a black and white world with only Raidyn's eyes, like exotic blue pools, giving it colour.

Kankuro was holding an umbrella in one arm over his head, twirling it niftily in his fingers. The colour was a pure jet black, something that didn't surprise Raidyn in the least. He had offered another one to him, but Raidyn merely stared at him in utter confusion, until Kankuro awkwardly withdrew his arm.

It was only water, after all. Nothing dangerous about it. (Water. Whirlpool. Uz-)

"So what was your name again?" The teen asked gruffly in an attempt for conversation.

"Raidyn." He answered automatically. So many people had asked for his name during the week in the hospital that it came to him instantly, despite the fact that he knew that it wasn't really his real name.

"That's a weird name." Kankuro commented bluntly.

Raidyn hummed in response. Truthfully, it was a bit strange that the name jumped out to him on that day. Out of all the names he considered, that one kept stubbornly coming back to him. Thunder God, a voice had insistently whispered. While the rest of the names felt wrong, that name seemed both fitting yet wrong and unexplainably amusing at the time, though he had no idea why, even now.

The conversation died, and Raidyn's thoughts began to drift, the sound of his worn sandals on the road the only sound he allowed himself to hear, despite the roaring of the pelting rain in the background that threatened to drown everything else in a haze of noise. Raidyn continued walking, matching Kankuro's footsteps, one foot after another.

The tension was thick in the air, not that Raidyn knew, (Or maybe I just don't care) and too quiet, too silent; all Raidyn could hear was the pounding of both water and two hearts, and the sound of his breathing, light and barely detectable.

Such a loud silence could only be broken by something even louder. The thought of yelling didn't even occur to Raidyn, and he just let his mind drift, let his eyes wander back down to his footsteps.

"So how does being an amnesiac person treating you?" Kankuro asked weakly at another stab for conversation, though there was a calculating and wary glint in his eyes. "Did you regain any memories yet?"

It was a hypnotizing rhythm, like a metronome walking time, step after step after step. A part of Raidyn wondered why they were walking in an even pace. (A metronome. The seconds of a clock. A heartbeat) Wouldn't running on the rooftops be more faster, and keep the mud off their shoes? A single glance told him that there were some shadows up on the roof, like small black blurs disappearing into the stormy night.

"Hey.. Are you listening?"

A glint of metal in the distant, almost nonexistent light, a small glimpse of a metal headband, (Hitai-ate) barely shown for less than a second. A strange symbol, like an hourglass, the same one that Kankuro wore. The same one that that green eyed girl wore. (Leaf. Bird. Will of fire)

Raidyn faltered slightly, less than a second, and it was only the evidence of their suddenly mismatched footsteps that showed it.

A Shinobi…? Was I a-

"Ugh… No wonder Temari said he had the attention span of a duck," Kankuro mumbled to himself.

Raidyn abruptly stopped walking, looking up to the mumbling teen in front of him. Duck?

"Duck ninja?" Raidyn said, puzzled.

Kankuro paused, whirling around to face him, and gave Raidyn a strange look, staring at him without comprehension, until he shook his head and turned back, once again mumbling under his breathe.

Raidyn hastily increased his pace to catch up to him, and seeing him muttering to himself, Raidyn felt a spark of curiosity, and strained his ears. With a startling jolt of something, his hearing doubled, and below the loud dancing of the rain exploding in his ears, he finally heard the voice, small but clear and with an incredulous tone to it.

"Insane…" Kankuro muttered, shaking his head. "Utterly insane…"

A small smile quirked at Raidyn's lips, but it disappeared before anyone could see it. Insanity? He had never considered the prospect before. It was an intriguing but disturbing thought, but such pessimistic ideas sounded foreign to him. (Unfamiliar yet familiar)

But of course, if he wasn't pessimistic, he was optimistic, and a grinning Raidyn seemed really… strange.

("Pull it together." I whispered, closing my eyes tightly in prayer. Nevertheless, a single tear went down my cheek. "I will not… cannot.. will never allow myself to break down now. My village needs me.")

Strange, but, nice, in a way.

Raidyn paused again, his sandals sinking a little in the deep mud, as something in his mind stirred, a faint desperate echo in the darkest parts of his mind. He waited, but the feeling soon died, and he dismissed it.

"Hey… Raidyn-san."

"Hmm?" Raidyn looked up slowly to see Kankuro staring back at him with exasperation. Those eyes searched his face for some sort of sign, but his face remained a blank expression, set with stone. (Everything. Anything. Nothing)

Kankuro seemed to be choosing his words carefully, saying them with slow precision. "We're still only halfway there, so we should get moving."

Silence. The rain fell harder, with the weight of stones. (burningburningburning)

"Yeah." Raidyn finally said, so softly that Kankuro had to strain to hear, and ignoring the sudden headache, steadily pounding painfully against his head like a second heartbeat, he fought out another word. "I-"

(A sense of-)

Raidyn's eyes narrowed, and the unexpected change startled Kankuro, who was watching him carefully for any reaction. His skin tingled as his sixth sense stirred in his mind, automatically increasing the other senses with practiced ease. The heightened senses didn't bother him, but something else did, a sort of unnerving and disturbing feeling that made the two working parts of his mind seemed to be struggling for dominance over what to do, only to reach an uneasy stalemate.

Soft footsteps trailing behind him.

Raidyn stumbled on something under his foot, and there was a strange falling sensation before he fell to the muddy ground with a splat.

He blinked. That was odd.

There was a long moment of deafening silence, before a snort broke out from above him. "You know, when people trip, they usually get back up again. Not stay lying on the ground with an expression of total shock." Kankuro drawled. Raidyn looked up owlishly at the teen, before gripping the ground with both hands, and easily pushing himself on his feet.

Kankuro blanched. "Gah! You're bleeding!"

"I am?" Raidyn echoed. He casual wiped his hand on his black pants, leaving long dark brown smudges on the cloth, -not that it mattered as it was already caked in mud- and brushed it lightly against his forehead, before looking at his hand again.

It was hard to tell in the dark, but the dark red liquid on his hand was indeed blood. (Laughter. "Scream.") Raidyn cocked his hand and hmmed lightly, rubbing his fingers together and watching the warm blood smear on his fingertips.

It clicked then. He was bleeding. Raidyn felt an unexpected urge to laugh, something that immediately disturbed him.

His mouth quirked. "Ah, I am."

Kankuro made a noise of disgust before grabbing his other hand and yanking. Raidyn stumbled again as he was led by the hastily marching teen in front of him.

"Come on. We're going to the house. Now."

Raidyn felt a sudden feeling to reassure his escort. "It's not that bad." he said lightly. He blinked rapidly as a flow of blood dripped down onto his left eye, running down his cheek. How much was he bleeding anyway?

Kankuro glanced back at him, grimaced, before striding even faster.

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Temari paced the tiled kitchen floor, glancing out the window occasionally. Back and forth, 6 paces each way. She was nervous, and with good reason.

That man she met in the desert a week ago was a potential spy. He was to live with us, so that we could see if his actions stay true to his background. Kankuro was walking alone with him, in the rain, in the deserted streets. No witnesses. And now he's late, by 15 minutes. Most probable reason?

Temari shook her head violently. She was jumping to conclusions. Think of the most obvious reason, the rain must've slowed them down. Of course, that must be it.

When Baki-sensei told them of their new mission, Temari was shocked. That incident a week ago was still clear on her mind, but she didn't think that she would actually meet the man again, let alone as the target of their mission.

Raidyn laughed again, and Temari wondered for a second time if the man -Raidyn- was insane. The laugh faltered, making her eyes flicker to his, noting with alarm the swarming swirls of emotion, a whirlpool of confusion and anguish. There were no words to describe the pain she saw in those molten blue irises.

It seemed to be impossible to think of him as a spy. Simply impossible. Right?

There was a knock at the door, loud and impatient, and Temari froze for split second before running to the door. She flung the door open, and seeing the two familiar rain-soaked faces, let out a breathe she wasn't aware of holding, overwhelmed by relief.

Then she took a real look at them, and her eyes widened in surprise.

Kankuro had a grumpy expression on his face, the purple paint on his face almost completely washed out by the storm, which was odd since Temari remembered to shove two umbrellas into his arms before she pushed him out the door.

A smile twitched at Temari's lips seeing Raidyn. He looked like a drowned puppy, with the black hair hanging low in his face and dripping on the floor, the muddy clothes, and that familiar blank expression on his face. She noted with slight amusement that his gravity-defying spikes remained stubbornly upright even just out from the pouring rain. Wait, was that blood dripping down his face? Ack!

"Fix him." Kankuro deadpanned, shrugging past her. "I'm taking a shower."

Kankuro left, leaving Raidyn and Temari alone in the doorway. Temari froze up again, not knowing what to say. Her eyes trailed down the once grey shirt, sticking to his chest and easily defining the prominent muscles. Temari blushed, and hastily lowered her gaze to the slowly growing puddle of water under his feet.

Raidyn cocked his head slightly, barely a centimetre. "May I come in?"

Temari nodded robotically, and leaned out the way as Raidyn brushed past her, before closing the door with an audible snap. She turned towards Raidyn again, watching carefully as his eyes flickered around the room. Their house was richly furnished, as they were the Kazekage's son and daughter, with its lush dark colours, and numerous shinobi scrolls, and weapons. It wasn't completely unexpected for a supposed traveller.

He seemed to be satisfied, because he turned back to her, a questioning look in his eyes. Temari stared back, spellbound, and there was a moment of silence except for the sound of the shower running upstairs, and the rain pounding on the roof. Then a drop of blood slid down Raidyn's cheek, creating a long red trail in its wake, and fell on the floor, staining the carpet and Temari came to her senses, snapping upright.

"Right. Uh, come to the kitchen, and I'll bandage that." Temari said, mentally congratulating herself on her casual tone.

She turned around again, and flew to the kitchen, Raidyn at her heels.

Raidyn sat down on one of the wooden chairs, watching quietly as Temari searched around for the medical kit. His gaze seemed to stare into the back of her head, so it took about five drawers before she actually found it.

Temari whipped it open, searching for the bandages, before pausing and handing Raidyn a large white towel. A flicker of surprise flashed on his face, before it smoothed back into a blank look, and he began rubbing his hair vigorously.

Finally finding the bandages, she took out a small hand towel, and soaked it with hot water in the sink before tentatively approaching Raidyn.

"Here. I got to wipe away the blood first," Temari explained, feeling his questioning gaze on her. Raidyn stared at her and for a second she wondered if he had heard her, but he slowly lowered the towel into his lap. Taking that as a good sign, she took a deep breathe before leaning towards him, face to face, and began gently wiping away the blood.

Raidyn sat there, back rigid and his fingers drumming on his knee. Temari wondered if he was being impatient, but dismissed it, as he was still drumming his fingers before as well. She brushed the long bangs away from his face, marvelling at how silky the damp locks were to the touch, and wiped his forehead, noting the small cut on it. The wound itself wasn't that bad, it was just the blood that made it seem more worse.

All the while, Raidyn was silent, his gaze piercing into her and seeming to be scanning her soul. It was unnerving, although Temari wasn't sure if she liked it or not.

The human eye was difficult to capture in words. They were so expressive, showing many facets of emotion at once and ever-changing in tone and tint depending on the mood, glowing with intense emotion, and darkening with hate, and those eyes were different, as they both hid something yet exposed everything at the same time, an emotion that was simply unexplainable.

A mask, designed to show both nothing and something at the same time, right? Once, she glanced up to meet his eyes, meet that intense colour beneath lowered eyelashes, and paused, because it dawned on her that this was the first time she has actually been this close to him before, and she shifted uncomfortably on her feet, before averting her eyes again.

"Does Kankuro-san not like blood?" Raidyn asked slowly. Temari fumbled with the roll of bandages, puzzled at the question, but then it clicked.

"Oh. Did he look squeamish because you tripped on something?" Temari asked, laughing slightly. Raidyn didn't say anything, but she took that as a yes anyway. "Well, you see, Kankuro always freaks out when people trip and stuff, so it's not just you in particular."

Despite herself, a faraway smile broke over her face, which surprised her. She doesn't smile much, except around Kankuro, so it was strange how she smiled a lot when she was talking with Raidyn, if you could call this a conversation.

"It was a long time ago, when I was 10 years old. Kankuro was working on his pu-weapons, when I came into the house. I tripped and cut myself on something, and began to bleed a lot. I panicked, because I started growing dizzy, but Kankuro dismissed it, saying I was just being stupid. A few minutes later, I fell unconscious because I cut myself on one of his poisonous knives." Temari huffed in fond annoyance. "Now, he works in his room, and almost never lets me in anymore."

Raidyn smiled faintly at the end of the story, and while it was the second smile she had actually seen from him, it was a smile that didn't break her heart at the sight.

-the swarming swirls of emotion, a whirlpool of confusion and anguish.

Temari decided that she liked it when he smiled, because it changed that lost and emotionless man into something - someone human. Emotion seeped through his smiles, a contagious sight that made everybody seeing it feel the same way; heartbreakingly confused, or quiet amusement, it didn't matter.

Damn empathy.

Raidyn's smile grew somewhat, and Temari realized, with a blush, that she had said that out loud. He opened his mouth to say something, but paused and closed it just as there were audible footsteps stomping down the stairs, and banging open the kitchen door.

Kankuro stormed inside, his long strides easily carrying himself over to the pair. Temari watched intently as Raidyn's curious eyes followed Kankuro's trail, but realized that Kankuro had taken off his shinobi gear, exposing his short, chestnut brown hair, damp and dishevelled from the shower. It must've been the first time he's seen him without his hat and paintings.

His dark eyes met hers, asking a silent question, and Temari smiled in reassurance. He visibly relaxed, and his eyes turned to Raidyn, still sitting rigidly on the wooden chair, looking coolly at him.

"Your room is upstairs, last door on the right." He said politely with a small stiff nod. Temari frowned behind a hand, but said nothing.

Raidyn paused, before jumping up from the chair, and dodging nimbly around Temari before heading up the stairs, a hand fingering the bandage wrapped securely around his forehead. He turned around slightly, as if debating something, but walked on, leaving Temari alone with Kankuro.

The second Raidyn's disappearing back left up the stairs, she whirled on him.

"What do you think you're doing?" Temari scowled.

Kankuro dropped his gaze, averting his eyes to the floor. "I don't trust him."

Temari fought the urge to roll her eyes. It was exceedingly hard. "Of course not. He's under suspicion of a spy, but that doesn't mean we should be openly hostile to him. If he is a spy, he'll suspect that something's going on."

"The guy already knew something was going on when Tou-sama requested him to stay with us, so it shouldn't matter right?" Kankuro argued. "And besides, the guy freaks me out, with that crazy look in his eye."

"It does matter because you're saying it as if Raidyn is already a spy. And you can't say that you haven't heard of amnesiac people who act even worse."

Kankuro fell into silence, but for a different reason than Temari originally thought. His dubious and annoyed look slowly turned into horrified realization. "Oh no."

Temari gave him an annoyed look. "What?"

"Oh no. Oh nonononononono….."

"Kankuro!"

"You…" Kankuro faltered, speechless for a few seconds before finding his voice again. "You have a crush on him, don't you?"

Temari gaped at him, mind not processing what her brother just said. "WHAT?!"

"You have a crush on him!"

"I-I d-don't.. I mean… Y-you…" Temari stammered, a light blush dusting her cheeks, before looking down at the medical kit on her lap, and didn't say a word.

Kankuro groaned, lowering his head onto the kitchen table and covering it with his arms. "Why, Temari why!? You… You can't fraternize with the enemy! Besides, how many crushes do you have now? This is what, your fourteenth crush this year? It's like you see a guy both 'cute' and 'cool' and immediately go fan girl on me!!" (a/n *coughsasukecough*)

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Temari muttered crossly, looking out the window. "I do not-"

"Right," Kankuro interrupted with a scoff.

"No really."

"You sure, fan girl?"

"At least I don't play with dolls."

"They're not dolls," Kankuro hissed. "They're puppets. As in fatally dangerous puppets."

The two scowled at each other, locking each other in a fierce glare, until the tension broke when Kankuro grinned cheekily, which Temari returned with a roll of her eyes. Sometimes, Temari thought, brothers can be so strange.

"Okay, I'll play nice," Kankuro relented. "But I still don't like him."

Temari gave her stubborn brother a playful flick on the nose.

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Raidyn sat down on the bed, idly picking off congealed blood off his fingernails, which fell to the floor in dry red flakes. His body posture seemed relaxed, his other hand surprisingly still while one of his feet tapped to an unknown beat. (Countdown) But while his whole body seemed relaxed, it wasn't so. His muscles were tense, and his eyes, however, were different than usual. They were missing their vacant but intense gaze, and instead, there was a fire in his eyes as he stared with open interest at the stone wall to his left as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world.

He didn't notice it at first. It was just a plain stone wall, nothing framed on it, no furniture resting against it. Just a plain stone wall. Yet it called it him, an excited whisper in his mind that tells him over and over again that it wasn't just a wall. Not just a wall, more than that. Something dangerous, foreboding.. something familiar. (Extremely familiar)

Finally, he couldn't resist the temptation, and he rose up gracefully on his feet, and approached it, tracing invisible symbols on the bare wall with a finger. On queue, a line of intricate seals appeared, stretching far left and right across the wall like words written on stone paper, and glowed an unearthly dark green light, before fading away.

"Silencing seals, drawn so I can't hear anything outside this room." Raidyn muttered excitedly, as if he was in a happy daze, the fascination clear in his quiet voice. "Mid-chunin level, there are some mistakes with the arrangement…"

Raidyn had no idea what he was doing or what he was saying for that matter. All he knew was that these seals captured his interest in the way nothing else could, more than the sky, with its familiar ever changing colours, or the wind, with its crisp breeze that would caress his face with words of reassurance. These seals actually made him.. Giddy? Excited? He scrolled through the short list of emotions in his head, but found nothing. The feeling was indescribable, like the feeling a boy gets when he gets a step closer to his dream. (I looked down with a sudden fierce protectiveness at the large roaring crowd below me)

(A voice sighs in relief)

Yes, all Raidyn knew was that he felt really energetic, and he wouldn't be that surprised if he was bouncing on his feet. He took a glance towards his left at the tall full-length mirror resting on the wall, and blinked in surprise seeing the full blown grin on his face.

He was grinning. Grinning. All sorts of sensations bubbled in Raidyn's chest. Cheerfulness. Excitement. Warmness. It spread throughout his body and gave him more energy than any energy drink ever could.

Maybe being 'optimistic' isn't so strange after all.

The grin widened.

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Can you hear me? See me? Feel? No...? Find me. God, just look around. I'm right here, you know. You're just not looking in the right direction.

a/n yes chapter 3 is finally done! Truthfully not the best in my opinion, but it's mostly just a set up for the next chapter, so sorry for the lack of action, but the setting has officially been set, and now the story will actually continue. So yeah, there will be action in the next chapter. Some mystery, some questions…. Etc. I think some gore too. Maybe. I always did like gore… And the story is rated T for a reason... Hmm I have a strange feeling that I'm going to really like writing the next chapter. *evil laughter*

No, Raidyn will not change overnight, he's just having a personality crisis. And he likes to grin, so you can't blame him for that. ;)

Temari's crush is simply a crush for those asking. I really doubt it would get anywhere, considering that Raidyn/Minato is married lol

Okay, I got kind of lazy typing at the end, because I've been typing all night. (And getting distracted by you tube songs and fan fiction and the endless amounts of coffee) I just woke up today and said, I'm going to finish chapter 3 today, dammit! And now I did. Huzzah!

SETTING - 6 months before the chunin exams, and so about a few months before Naruto becomes genin, if my naruto timeline is correct. So no, Gaara has not met Naruto yet.

On another random note, I was suppose to upload this earlier today, but I was so tired that I couldn't proofread this properly, so yeaah… good thing I didn't post it anyway, I found some nasty typos that I quickly fixed, and added some other junk.

Wow guys, thanks for all your support, especially to my reviewers, you all gave me a lot of inspiration. Unfortunately, it's the end of summer vacation, and time to start preparing for school, so I have no idea whether I'll get the time to start the next chapter, but I'll try!

NOTE: I have now added a poll to my profile, a question that's been bugging me since I've started this story. Should I add Rin to the story? Make Raidyn/Minato meet her one day, or have her go to Konoha during the storyline? Please tell me what you think!

~L. Syrup